Normally I don't post much of my poetry online, mostly because I'm hoarding it and submitting it to literary journals and such in hopes of getting some published. But I'll make an exception for April. That said, in order to keep up I'll have to post a lot of drafts (eek!)
In that spirit, here's a small poem I don't mind sparing from my hoard:
The Yellow Pansies
Broken pansy bloom.
I think: How brazen to bet
one's fate on something so paperlike,
looming, wind-tilting, on such
a slender stem.
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